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"Don't be so loud, you'll wake her up!" Whispering is what brought you from your hate filled slumber. You opened your eyes and saw your window was open and you were in your room. Jeff must have carried you up there.

It was very late, about midnight or so when they arrived. The same hunters from a few days before were kneeling beside your bed, a flashlight pointed at your face. You let out a gasp and narrowed your eyes, sitting up.

"What are you doing here?" You asked and ran your fingers through your (H/L) hair, squinting.

"Yesterday a few campers went missing, we thought maybe you knew something about it." Sam said sceptically.

Flashbacks of the night went through your mind and you groaned. Nausea overwhelmed you and you put your hand on your forehead.

"(Y/N)?" Sam asked and Dean shined the flashlight on your face again. Sam sighed with annoyance and made Dean lower it.

"You shouldn't be here." You finally said and got out of bed, walking past them.

"If you're human, why are you here?" Dean snorted and stood up. Sam turned around and sat on your bed, watching you.

You thought about that. You had no other reason other than the fact that you were forced. "They won't let me leave."

"Well come on, we can leave right now!" Dean pearked up. "They can't get past us."

"I can't leave. They'll follow me forever." You crossed your arms and sighed. "And you won't always be there to protect me from them."

There was silence as they thought about it. "We plan on killing them, (Y/N)." Sam said after what seemed like forever.

You turned back to face them. That was a crazy idea. But they could do it, Jeff mentioned that Sam and Dean knew a lot.

"Give me one day, please." You sighed and rubbed your forehead. "I'll let you know tomorrow."

"(Y/N)..." Sam said in a low voice. "What if something happens. They are monsters. They could kill you without thinking about it."

"But they won't. Leave." You demanded. They were starting to annoy you.

They gave up after a few more minutes of pleading and left you to sleep and think.

***Next morning***

You woke up naturally. The morning light was filtering through the closed window. After a minute or so of silence a sharp knock on your door sounded. This cabin was so old you were surprised you didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs.

You didn't say anything because you knew they'd come in anyways. You laid silently on your bed while BEN opened the door, walking in.

He stood in front of you, a tray of food in his hands. "I made you some food. If you're hungry."

You sat up, looking at it. The tray was filled with fruit, none of it looked ripe. You looked at him with raised brows. Green grapes, small green apples and pale peaches. "Where did you get these?"

"They were outside. Sorry if its not good, I don't know what humans really like..."

You sighed in pity and picked up a grape, eating it. You spat it out as the sour taste exploded in your mouth. "Jesus Christ. Okay. Yep. Decision made." You got up and put on your shoes, not caring you were in the same blue jeans you'd been wearing for a while. They were stained with blood and dirt, but your shirt was at least clean. It was a plain white shirt you found in the dresser along with clean underwear and other things you'd need.

"What decision?" BEN put the tray down, confused. "Are you leaving? (Y/N), you know Jeff wont let you."
"I don't give a shit." You said, your eyes widened and a smug smile on your face. "Literally. I don't fucking care." You took out the cell phone Dean forced upon you and called Sam. He picked up immediately. "Yeah, I've made up my mind. Its a yes."

"Oh wow, we're on our way. Can you meet us farther along the road so they it'll throw them off?" Sam's voice was filled with joy.

"Yeah." You hung up and slung the phone against the wall. Quite a rash thing to do, but you didn't want anyone to find it and see who you'd been calling.

"Uhm..." BEN raised his brows. "What was that?"

You didn't even bother to answer him. You walked out the door and left him a confused mess. Walking down the hall you tried not to think of the possibility of Jeff getting upset with your attempt to leave, if this went wrong.

No one stopped you as you walked out. Come to think of it, you saw no one on your way.

Sam and Dean were already out waiting, their car softly purring. You got in the backseat and didn't even wait until the door was closed.

"Drive."

They left quickly, and after a mile or so you began to talk. "I like your car."

Dean turned back and smiled at you. "Thanks, its my baby."

Sam snorted and rolled his eyes. "He's compensating."

Your eyes widened. "Is this true, Dean?"

"No, its not." He said with an offended tone. "Shut up Sammy."

You laughed, which surprised you. You could tell things could go one of two ways. They would get a hell of a lot better, or they would go all downhill. You crossed your fingers and hoped for the best as the car sped down the road.

Sam and Dean parked at a hotel for day, getting a room with two beds. Dean offered to sleep on the couch and let you and Sam have the beds. It was a sweet gesture.

Surprisingly enough, a week went by before you heard from the group again. It was BEN, he had knocked on the motel window.

You rubbed your eyes and went outside. He looked miserable. There was a large bruise under his eye, and his skin seemed more pale than usual.

"Please." Was the first thing he said as you closed the door behind you. You crossed your arms and waited for more words.

"Come back... Jeff... he's... he misses you, (Y/N)." He said honestly.

You looked over him again. "Did he do that?" You pointed at his black eye. He looked away and refused to answer the question.

"He needs you. He just got you back, after all these years." He actually sounded sincere. It hurt you a bit. "Please. I am begging you. He's my best friend, I can't watch him waste himself away."

You shook your head, clearing the pity out. "No. Hea evil. He can't just kill those...." Flashbacks of the night where he forced you to kill that blonde flashed through your mind. You let out a grunt, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. "Go away. Don't ever come near me away. If I see you again I will tell Sam and Dean."

It hurt you to say it. You loved BEN. He was so sweet and caring. You tried not to notice how upset he looked. You went back in the room and locked the door.

"(Y/N)?" Sam said with a sleepy voice. Dean flicked on the lamp and they looked at me with concern. "What are you doing?"

You quickly made up a lie. "Oh. I just needed a cigarette." You waved them off and went to your spot they made for you on the couch. Since you moved to the new motel, both the brothers beat you in rock paper scissors and you got the couch.

"You smoke?" Sam was truly confused. His brows furrowed.

Dean chuckled. "Sexy."

You tried not to blush and laid back down. But Dean noticed, and since he was Dean, he carried on. "She's blushing, Sam, oh my god." He smiled, proud of himself. "I made her blush."

Sam snorted and turned the lamp off, curling back under his blankets. "Get some sleep guys." He said in his mother voice. You smiled to yourself and snuggled back in your fluffy blankets.

Two hours.

Thats all it took for the next one to come. And this time, it wasn't good. It was the devil himself, Jeff.

You knew it immediately because of the scratching on the window, the one right above the couch. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. When it clicked in your head you slowly turned around, your eyes widening.
He was just standing there. He didn't look angry, or upset. Just... sad... destroyed. You stared at each other for a moment before his eyes drug over to the door.

It was so stupid, but you did it anyways. It was still late in the night, about 2:00 am.

When you closed the door behind you Jeff strode over, slowly. He had his hood pulled over his head, and he held a cigarette to his lips. He looked almost normal. Well, besides his pale hands and the fresh blood on his jacket.

You didn't say anything, but you kept your eyes locked with his.

After a while of silence he spoke up. His voice sounded raw, as if he had been crying. "I paid a visit to an old friend." He said.

You hummed, your eyes looking at the ground. You suddenly took interest in the litter on the side walk outside the motel room.

"Mike." He added. You snapped your head up. Panic rose in your chest. "Yes, this is his blood."

You felt like you were about to throw up. "Why?"

"He lied to you, (Y/N)." He put out his cigarette on the brick wall. His hands went in the front pockets of his jacket. "He told me the story he told you. Such fucking bullshit." He snorted, looking up at the night sky.

"What did he lie about?" You were so scared. Your heart was racing.

"I knew he always had a hard on for you. But to go that far." He muttered.

"Jeff." You snapped. "Tell. Me. Now."

"He told you that I got fed up with bullies. Bleached my skin, cut my face open. Burnt my eyelids off and started killing people." It was odd. Those were almost Mike's exact words.

"If that isn't true... then...?" You waited for him to continue.

"Remember my brother, Liu?" He asked. Liu was a sweet boy. I nodded. "Three boys. I still remember them. That's when it kicked in... the feeling. I beat the hell out of them. The cops came and Liu took the wrap for me." He sighed and took out another cigarette. He lit it quickly with a match, waving it and tossing the stick on the ground. "Troy, Randy and Keith." He took a long drag and exhaled slowly. "Not too many days later my family and I were invited over to a birthday party. The three were there. I tried to reason with Randy, but he wouldn't listen. Keith and Troy held the other kids at gunpoint so they wouldn't try to break it up. Randy beat the shit out of me. Then I got that feeling again. The same one from earlier. He was talking about Liu. But this time I didn't stop. I killed him. I assulted Troy, but before I could finish with Keith Troy set me on fire. Some bleach had gotten on me. And Randy earlier had smashed a bottle of vodka against my head. Got taken to the hospital and they managed to save me. Went home." He took a breath and another long drag. He blew it out of his nose, sighing. "I'm going to shorten this up. I did burn my eyelids off, yes, and I did cut my mouth open. After that I killed my parents. Then Liu."

No words could describe how you felt at the moment. You slid down the wall of the building.

"When you left.... (Y/N)... I felt more depressed than ever. I couldn't stop having nightmares that you found someone else." He sat down next to you. "I never stopped thinking about you. I've still never..." He snorted. "I missed you so bad. Every day my heart broke even more. Everyone leaves me in the end. Please, baby." He threw his cigarette away and sat in front of you. "Don't leave me. Not you... I need you. I love you." Even though it seemed impossible, a tear trickled down his cheek.

You grabbed his hood and pulled it off his head, running your finger through his long, soft, black hair. "I didnt know I meant this much to you. I love you too, Jeffrey." You cupped his face and wiped away his tears with your thumb. "Dont cry, you're so beautiful. I promise, I wont ever leave you." You were sure you meant it.

He leant forward and softy kissed your lips. He broke the kiss to sigh. "What about them."

You stood up. "I'll write them a letter. Then we can move. We can go to New Hampshire, or Forks, Washington. I know you loved that place."

He stood up and dusted his pants off. "Alright. Just me and you?" He asked.

You smiled warmly. "Just me and you."

And as you thought a few days earlier in the car, things got a hell of a lot better.

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"Don't be so loud, you'll wake her up!" Whispering is what brought you from your hate filled slumber. You opened your eyes and saw your window was open and you were in your room. Jeff must have carried you up there.

It was very late, about midnight or so when they arrived. The same hunters from a few days before were kneeling beside your bed, a flashlight pointed at your face. You let out a gasp and narrowed your eyes, sitting up.

"What are you doing here?" You asked and ran your fingers through your (H/L) hair, squinting.

"Yesterday a few campers went missing, we thought maybe you knew something about it." Sam said sceptically.

Flashbacks of the night went through your mind and you groaned. Nausea overwhelmed you and you put your hand on your forehead.

"(Y/N)?" Sam asked and Dean shined the flashlight on your face again. Sam sighed with annoyance and made Dean lower it.

"You shouldn't be here." You finally said and got out of bed, walking past them.

"If you're human, why are you here?" Dean snorted and stood up. Sam turned around and sat on your bed, watching you.

You thought about that. You had no other reason other than the fact that you were forced. "They won't let me leave."

"Well come on, we can leave right now!" Dean pearked up. "They can't get past us."

"I can't leave. They'll follow me forever." You crossed your arms and sighed. "And you won't always be there to protect me from them."

There was silence as they thought about it. "We plan on killing them, (Y/N)." Sam said after what seemed like forever.

You turned back to face them. That was a crazy idea. But they could do it, Jeff mentioned that Sam and Dean knew a lot.

"Give me one day, please." You sighed and rubbed your forehead. "I'll let you know tomorrow."

"(Y/N)..." Sam said in a low voice. "What if something happens. They are monsters. They could kill you without thinking about it."

"But they won't. Leave." You demanded. They were starting to annoy you.

They gave up after a few more minutes of pleading and left you to sleep and think.

***Next morning***

You woke up naturally. The morning light was filtering through the closed window. After a minute or so of silence a sharp knock on your door sounded. This cabin was so old you were surprised you didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs.

You didn't say anything because you knew they'd come in anyways. You laid silently on your bed while BEN opened the door, walking in.

He stood in front of you, a tray of food in his hands. "I made you some food. If you're hungry."

You sat up, looking at it. The tray was filled with fruit, none of it looked ripe. You looked at him with raised brows. Green grapes, small green apples and pale peaches. "Where did you get these?"

"They were outside. Sorry if its not good, I don't know what humans really like..."

You sighed in pity and picked up a grape, eating it. You spat it out as the sour taste exploded in your mouth. "Jesus Christ. Okay. Yep. Decision made." You got up and put on your shoes, not caring you were in the same blue jeans you'd been wearing for a while. They were stained with blood and dirt, but your shirt was at least clean. It was a plain white shirt you found in the dresser along with clean underwear and other things you'd need.

"What decision?" BEN put the tray down, confused. "Are you leaving? (Y/N), you know Jeff wont let you."
"I don't give a shit." You said, your eyes widened and a smug smile on your face. "Literally. I don't fucking care." You took out the cell phone Dean forced upon you and called Sam. He picked up immediately. "Yeah, I've made up my mind. Its a yes."

"Oh wow, we're on our way. Can you meet us farther along the road so they it'll throw them off?" Sam's voice was filled with joy.

"Yeah." You hung up and slung the phone against the wall. Quite a rash thing to do, but you didn't want anyone to find it and see who you'd been calling.

"Uhm..." BEN raised his brows. "What was that?"

You didn't even bother to answer him. You walked out the door and left him a confused mess. Walking down the hall you tried not to think of the possibility of Jeff getting upset with your attempt to leave, if this went wrong.

No one stopped you as you walked out. Come to think of it, you saw no one on your way.

Sam and Dean were already out waiting, their car softly purring. You got in the backseat and didn't even wait until the door was closed.

"Drive."

They left quickly, and after a mile or so you began to talk. "I like your car."

Dean turned back and smiled at you. "Thanks, its my baby."

Sam snorted and rolled his eyes. "He's compensating."

Your eyes widened. "Is this true, Dean?"

"No, its not." He said with an offended tone. "Shut up Sammy."

You laughed, which surprised you. You could tell things could go one of two ways. They would get a hell of a lot better, or they would go all downhill. You crossed your fingers and hoped for the best as the car sped down the road.

Sam and Dean parked at a hotel for day, getting a room with two beds. Dean offered to sleep on the couch and let you and Sam have the beds. It was a sweet gesture.

Surprisingly enough, a week went by before you heard from the group again. It was BEN, he had knocked on the motel window.

You rubbed your eyes and went outside. He looked miserable. There was a large bruise under his eye, and his skin seemed more pale than usual.

"Please." Was the first thing he said as you closed the door behind you. You crossed your arms and waited for more words.

"Come back... Jeff... he's... he misses you, (Y/N)." He said honestly.

You looked over him again. "Did he do that?" You pointed at his black eye. He looked away and refused to answer the question.

"He needs you. He just got you back, after all these years." He actually sounded sincere. It hurt you a bit. "Please. I am begging you. He's my best friend, I can't watch him waste himself away."

You shook your head, clearing the pity out. "No. Hea evil. He can't just kill those...." Flashbacks of the night where he forced you to kill that blonde flashed through your mind. You let out a grunt, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. "Go away. Don't ever come near me away. If I see you again I will tell Sam and Dean."

It hurt you to say it. You loved BEN. He was so sweet and caring. You tried not to notice how upset he looked. You went back in the room and locked the door.

"(Y/N)?" Sam said with a sleepy voice. Dean flicked on the lamp and they looked at me with concern. "What are you doing?"

You quickly made up a lie. "Oh. I just needed a cigarette." You waved them off and went to your spot they made for you on the couch. Since you moved to the new motel, both the brothers beat you in rock paper scissors and you got the couch.

"You smoke?" Sam was truly confused. His brows furrowed.

Dean chuckled. "Sexy."

You tried not to blush and laid back down. But Dean noticed, and since he was Dean, he carried on. "She's blushing, Sam, oh my god." He smiled, proud of himself. "I made her blush."

Sam snorted and turned the lamp off, curling back under his blankets. "Get some sleep guys." He said in his mother voice. You smiled to yourself and snuggled back in your fluffy blankets.

Two hours.

Thats all it took for the next one to come. And this time, it wasn't good. It was the devil himself, Jeff.

You knew it immediately because of the scratching on the window, the one right above the couch. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. When it clicked in your head you slowly turned around, your eyes widening.
He was just standing there. He didn't look angry, or upset. Just... sad... destroyed. You stared at each other for a moment before his eyes drug over to the door.

It was so stupid, but you did it anyways. It was still late in the night, about 2:00 am.

When you closed the door behind you Jeff strode over, slowly. He had his hood pulled over his head, and he held a cigarette to his lips. He looked almost normal. Well, besides his pale hands and the fresh blood on his jacket.

You didn't say anything, but you kept your eyes locked with his.

After a while of silence he spoke up. His voice sounded raw, as if he had been crying. "I paid a visit to an old friend." He said.

You hummed, your eyes looking at the ground. You suddenly took interest in the litter on the side walk outside the motel room.

"Mike." He added. You snapped your head up. Panic rose in your chest. "Yes, this is his blood."

You felt like you were about to throw up. "Why?"

"He lied to you, (Y/N)." He put out his cigarette on the brick wall. His hands went in the front pockets of his jacket. "He told me the story he told you. Such fucking bullshit." He snorted, looking up at the night sky.

"What did he lie about?" You were so scared. Your heart was racing.

"I knew he always had a hard on for you. But to go that far." He muttered.

"Jeff." You snapped. "Tell. Me. Now."

"He told you that I got fed up with bullies. Bleached my skin, cut my face open. Burnt my eyelids off and started killing people." It was odd. Those were almost Mike's exact words.

"If that isn't true... then...?" You waited for him to continue.

"Remember my brother, Liu?" He asked. Liu was a sweet boy. I nodded. "Three boys. I still remember them. That's when it kicked in... the feeling. I beat the hell out of them. The cops came and Liu took the wrap for me." He sighed and took out another cigarette. He lit it quickly with a match, waving it and tossing the stick on the ground. "Troy, Randy and Keith." He took a long drag and exhaled slowly. "Not too many days later my family and I were invited over to a birthday party. The three were there. I tried to reason with Randy, but he wouldn't listen. Keith and Troy held the other kids at gunpoint so they wouldn't try to break it up. Randy beat the shit out of me. Then I got that feeling again. The same one from earlier. He was talking about Liu. But this time I didn't stop. I killed him. I assulted Troy, but before I could finish with Keith Troy set me on fire. Some bleach had gotten on me. And Randy earlier had smashed a bottle of vodka against my head. Got taken to the hospital and they managed to save me. Went home." He took a breath and another long drag. He blew it out of his nose, sighing. "I'm going to shorten this up. I did burn my eyelids off, yes, and I did cut my mouth open. After that I killed my parents. Then Liu."

No words could describe how you felt at the moment. You slid down the wall of the building.

"When you left.... (Y/N)... I felt more depressed than ever. I couldn't stop having nightmares that you found someone else." He sat down next to you. "I never stopped thinking about you. I've still never..." He snorted. "I missed you so bad. Every day my heart broke even more. Everyone leaves me in the end. Please, baby." He threw his cigarette away and sat in front of you. "Don't leave me. Not you... I need you. I love you." Even though it seemed impossible, a tear trickled down his cheek.

You grabbed his hood and pulled it off his head, running your finger through his long, soft, black hair. "I didnt know I meant this much to you. I love you too, Jeffrey." You cupped his face and wiped away his tears with your thumb. "Dont cry, you're so beautiful. I promise, I wont ever leave you." You were sure you meant it.

He leant forward and softy kissed your lips. He broke the kiss to sigh. "What about them."

You stood up. "I'll write them a letter. Then we can move. We can go to New Hampshire, or Forks, Washington. I know you loved that place."

He stood up and dusted his pants off. "Alright. Just me and you?" He asked.

You smiled warmly. "Just me and you."

And as you thought a few days earlier in the car, things got a hell of a lot better.